*you probably should have read your contract. your the night guard until you quit. end of story.* Bonnie said.

Chica peeked her head in sadly. *please, either come out or promise youll quit after today. we dont want to have to kill you. you seem like a good kid. please.*

As it was often the case with the whole fight or flight reflex, fear eventualy turn to anger, especialy when you are trapped in a metal tube with sentients machines trying to talk you into being killed. " Hate to break it to you but i cant quit today and i am not letting you kill me, i'll leave after the fifth day anyway. Point is, whoever they are wont know who i am."

the air got colder real quick at that remark. like, she got goosebumps and shivered and everything.

Bonnie chuckled darkly. *they noticed you as soon as you signed up for this job. they already know your here. you arent safe here.*

She hated the cold so when that happen she could almost feel her adrenaline get higher once more, seriously if she had a choice she would be parkouring an abandoned building not slaving away in this death trap, who do that type of job for fun ? Nobody, that's who. " Well, that's not too different then my usual gigs, except that now i am i am in a metal tube ..."

*you dont understand. so long as your a night guard, they will hunt you down. you need to quit.*

then the chimes rang. 6 AM. shifts over.

Bonnie and Chica backed up, looking somber. Bonnie said, *quit. this is the 1 chance were allowed to convince you. things will only get harder from here.*

If she could, she would not have even started in there to begin with so despite how terrifying the whole experience was she had no choice but to keep going until she get her pay, time was ticking and it was ticking fast she didn't had the luxury to stop now.

Bonnie sighed. *i just hope you give up before Night 6 so you get your pay or we make it painless. And for the record? Were sorry.*

"I only nead that pay and then i am out, if you are realy sorry take those days as a break of whatever you were trying to do tonight." She wasnt too keen on leaving the safety of the vent with those two around but since she had to do so she inched closer, still ready to back off as soon as one of the two would so mutch as move look like they would move in her direction.

The backed up. Chica went back to the stage and Bonnie sighed. *we cant do that for those nights. Your best bet is hanging out in vents. Otherwise... well, being blunt and vague, we lose control and hunt you down. No holding back.*

Great, being stuck in the vents was not somthing she had signed for when she accepted that post out of desperation but then again murder robots was not on the table neather. As scary as it will be, she'll have to deal with this place just a little bit longer. She exited the vents, knowing that it would take a while for her to get mentaly ready for the next night. " Well then, see you tomorow Bonnie..."